172: Chapter 172 Such a master was hidden in the temple!

Everyone looked up in shock, only to see a giant bird in the sky blotting out the sun, its wings spread as if they could cover a mountain.

"This... what is this?" someone spoke with a trembling voice, their throat dry as if parched.

A suffocating pressure enveloped the entire Shaolin Temple.

Immediately after, a clear voice rang out like thunder: "Murong Longcheng! Murong Bo! Come out and see me!"

"Murong Bo?" They were just discussing that this person was dead, so how could he be called out publicly at this moment?

What was the origin of that massive creature in the sky?

Doubts flooded everyone's minds like a tide.

Even more shocking was—Murong Longcheng?

Many Martial Forest Seniors with deep experience felt a jolt in their hearts.

Wasn't that the Ancestral Master of the Murong Clan?

Rumor had it that he had roamed the world unrivaled back then, and both the Canhe Finger and Shifting Stars originated from him.

Could it be that he wasn't dead? If so, wouldn't he be hundreds of years old?

Everyone held their breath, watching Su Rui, who had transformed into a Giant Roc, waiting for the situation to unfold.

As for the confrontation between Qiao Feng and Shaolin Temple, no one cared anymore.

Even the three hungry men who had originally intended to retaliate were intimidated by Qiao Feng's Aura just now; they were about to strike back but were frozen in place by the celestial phenomenon.

Fearing they would attract the giant bird's attention and bring about a catastrophic disaster.

With just that size, a single flap of its wings would likely send flesh and blood flying below.

Just then, the Giant Roc suddenly spread its wings—

A fierce wind howled down, sweeping through the temple with the momentum of crushing mountains.

Under the shocked and angry gazes of countless monks, half of the Shaolin Temple halls instantly collapsed, with debris flying everywhere.

"Amitabha, the origin of this matter is truly due to the harm suffered by the junior Murong Fu!" A Buddhist chant sounded, and an old monk surrounded by golden light rose into the air.

His entire body radiated ten thousand beams of light, looking like a Buddha descending to the world.

Seeing this, the previously angry Shaolin Temple Disciples were instantly invigorated—it turned out such a Revered Master was hidden in the temple!

"What does Murong Fu's death have to do with me? I only know you injured my Disciple. Today, I must demand an explanation!" That clear voice echoed again, and before the words finished, a dazzling sword light pierced the sky.

The old monk dodged in haste; his golden light protection shattered instantly, and his left arm was shredded by the Sword Qi, filling the air with a mist of blood.

"Your Excellency is too arrogant!" The aged voice revealed shame and anger.

"You can't even take one sword strike, yet you dare to touch my people?" As the words fell, the Giant Roc suddenly dissipated.

Four figures were seen standing quietly atop a silver-white giant sword, slowly descending.

The moment those four came down with the sword, the entire field fell silent, everyone standing still like wooden carvings.

No one expected that the attempt to surround and capture Qiao Feng would attract such a powerful figure coming to seek trouble.

Just the ability to fly on a sword through the air was enough to suppress everyone on the spot.

"It's him! It's really him!"

Guo Xiang was a bit hesitant at first, but when Su Rui and the other three slowly landed and their faces became clearly visible, she suddenly grabbed Huang Rong's sleeve, her fingertips trembling and her voice changing pitch.

"Xiang'er, you recognize him?"

Huang Rong's shoulder was pulled slightly askew by her, so she raised her hand to lightly tap her daughter's forehead and asked in a low voice.

"It's that one, the legendary expert from Northern Li!"

Guo Xiang nodded vigorously, her eyes shining as if she had finally met someone she had heard so much about.

Guo Jing listened in total confusion, his face full of bewilderment.

Huang Rong, however, felt a shock in her heart, her expression changing slightly.

"You mean... the Northern Li expert that even Father-in-law spoke so highly of?"

"Yes! It's him!"

Guo Xiang was so excited she almost jumped up.

Huang Rong's breathing hitched slightly.

Even if there were very few rumors about that person, if even Pharmacist Huang held him in such high esteem, to what level must his strength have reached?

Appearing at Shaolin Temple this time, judging by the meaning of those words just now, he clearly came with ill intent—

Only to demand an explanation for Murong Fu's death!

And the old monk who had just soared from within the temple, appearing like an ancient Buddha descending to the world, could he really be Murong Longcheng, who had lived for hundreds of years?

But even so, he couldn't even take one sword strike from the opponent?

Guo Jing also realized at this moment, his eyes filled with shock, followed by worry.

"If this person truly intends to start a massacre, not only will these people be unable to stop him, but it might not even be easy for them to escape unscathed."

The rest of the crowd had no idea of Su Rui's background, only feeling that once this person appeared, the world lost its color, far beyond what common sense could measure.

"Fairy..."

Duan Yu gazed at the three women behind Su Rui, murmuring under his breath.

Before he could finish, Duan Zhengchun covered his mouth.

"Bastard! Is this an occasion where you can speak recklessly?"

Even without knowing the other party's identity, one could tell just by the Aura that they were absolutely not an existence the Dali Duan Clan could afford to provoke.

No matter who those women were, they were not targets a prince like him could covet.

Hearing her son's words, Dao Baifeng's face instantly darkened, and she gave Duan Zhengchun a cold sweep of her eyes.

The family morals were corrupt, indeed!

Outside the mountain gate, Xuan Ci and other Shaolin Temple high monks had ashen faces, their anger hard to conceal.

With one move, half of the temple had become ruins—extremely arrogant!

But was the old monk who had just leaped out of the temple, like a miracle, truly the legendary Murong Longcheng?

Several Elders looked at each other and all shook their heads slightly.

They had never seen this person in the Scripture Pavilion or the back mountain; they didn't know how many years he had been hiding in the temple.

Now, facing such a terrifyingly strong person, no one dared to speak easily.

Although Shaolin Temple had a thousand-year Foundation, the person before them had broken Murong Longcheng's protective True Qi with a single sword strike—and he was an existence rumored to have Cultivated for hundreds of years!

If they rushed forward, they would only be sending themselves to their deaths.

Even the monks with tempers as fierce as fire could only suppress their rage at this moment.

This person was clearly not a merciful sort; the slightest provocation would lead to the destruction of the sect.

If they provoked him today, the Great Song Shaolin Temple might vanish forever!

After forcing Murong Longcheng back with one sword strike, Su Rui didn't give those outside the mountain gate a second look, his gaze falling directly on where the old monk had fallen.

The old monk's right arm had been severed at the shoulder; he was kneeling on one knee, his face pale, his pupils trembling violently as he stared at Su Rui as if he had seen an invincible demon god.

Not far away, Murong Bo, dressed in a black robe, stood frozen in place, watching the scene before him, his whole body cold.

"Old Ancestor!"

He cried out in surprise, only to receive a furious glance from Murong Longcheng.

How could Murong Longcheng not hate him?

He had been lurking in Shaolin Temple for decades; if not for Murong Bo and his son stirring up trouble, how could such a baneful star have been attracted!

Previously, when the opponent hadn't even arrived, he was already unable to contend; now that the Immortal Master had descended, he had indeed lost an arm and been heavily injured without even exchanging a single move.

If he hadn't dodged in time, his soul would have already returned to the netherworld.

Murong Bo's heart shivered under that gaze, and he immediately realized—the fault lay with him.

He looked up at the four people slowly descending, his gaze pausing for a moment when it passed over Wang Yuyan, his throat feeling bitter.

Who could have imagined that the seemingly helpless young girl from Mantuo Villa actually had such a heaven-defying figure standing behind her?

The two families were originally related by marriage, and he knew the Wang family's background all too well—how could they have such a backer?

"Perfect, Murong Bo and Murong Longcheng are both here, saving me the trouble of searching everywhere."

Su Rui's voice rang out again, calm yet carrying an irresistible pressure.

Everyone outside the mountain gate looked through the collapsed wall, seeing a man in black and a one-armed old monk standing opposite each other inside the temple.

Many people secretly rejoiced, sneering in their hearts—retribution had come.

"Your Excellency, we are indeed in the wrong in this matter, but your Disciple was not harmed!"

Murong Longcheng spoke slowly.

Forced by the situation, the difference in strength was clear.

Knowing they were no match, bowing their heads to avoid disaster was the wise move.

Moreover, as long as the gate to the Upper Realm opened and Divine Beings descended, all grievances would eventually be settled.

Thinking of this, temporarily backing down was not unacceptable.

Hearing him yield so straightforwardly, some people outside the gate snorted in contempt.

Children of the Jianghu would rather die in battle than lose their integrity.

But others secretly nodded, admiring Murong Longcheng's ability to yield and stretch, no wonder he could live in the Jianghu until today.

However, all of this ultimately depended on whether Su Rui was willing to let it go.

"I never leave behind hidden dangers."

Su Rui's voice was as cold as frost.

Before the words finished, Murong Longcheng shuddered, cold sweat instantly soaking his back.

Golden light suddenly appeared, the ground beneath his feet exploded, a deep pit appeared, and his figure flashed as he shot toward the back mountain.

Murong Bo's anger flared even more as he turned and sprinted toward the mountain gate.

In his view, his weight in Su Rui's eyes was far less than the Old Ancestor's, and the opponent would surely deal with Murong Longcheng first.

At this moment, he only hoped the Old Ancestor could hold out longer to win him a sliver of life.

Outside the gate, Xiao Yuanshan recognized at a glance that the man in black was the opponent who had hidden in Shaolin Temple with him for many years, and regret surged in his heart.

They had faced each other day and night for years, yet he had never realized this person was his enemy!

Anger hit his peak, he leaped up, and his Major Achievement Eagle Claw Skill was fully unleashed, intercepting Murong Bo's path in mid-air.

"Canhe Finger!"

Murong Bo was both shocked and angry that someone dared to block him head-on, so he immediately used his killing move.

The two had fought many times in the past, and their power was roughly equal.

The finger energy and claw force collided with a deafening blast, and Murong Bo's forward momentum was forcefully stopped.

A flash of joy appeared in Xiao Yuanshan's eyes as he prepared to press the attack, and Qiao Feng was also ready.

Suddenly, a sword light flashed past, and the alert Murong Bo didn't even have time to react before he was swept into it by the Sword Qi, his form and spirit obliterated in an instant.

Everyone's scalp tingled, and their breathing stopped.

Su Rui stood with his fingers retracted, his gaze turning toward Murong Longcheng, who had fled into the back mountain.

"Senior, there is an old monster in seclusion in the back mountain, please be extra careful!"

A voice with rapid breathing sounded.

Everyone looked toward the source of the sound and saw a white-bearded old man walking through the air, his figure light as a feather; although he was moving as fast as the wind, he seemed to be riding the Qi, looking like an Immortal.

Who was this Revered Master?

Everyone looked at each other, full of doubt.

But before they could think further, a shrill cry exploded in their ears—

"Master, save me!"

It was actually Murong Longcheng's voice!

What?

He actually had a Master too?

And this person was also inside Shaolin Temple?

The Shaolin Temple monks were instantly bewildered.

What a fine martial arts Holy Land; now it had become a place where dragons and tigers were hidden, where anyone could settle down!

"Friend, when it is possible to let someone off, one should let them off."

A low voice followed.

The voice wasn't loud, but it sounded like iron striking iron, clanging with a cold, metallic quality that made one's hair stand on end.

"Senior, it is this person!"

The Free and Unfettered Master had a grave expression and reminded in a low voice.

Su Rui nodded slightly.

"The three of you go down and wait first."

"Husband, be careful!" Li Hanyi wanted to step forward to help, but she knew her strength was too far apart, and staying would only be a hindrance.

Yue Yao nodded obediently, but with Li Hanyi at her side, she didn't dare call out the word "Husband."

"Pavilion Master, be careful!"

"Teacher, be careful!"